small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Sky Moving

I hold you
on my lap, close to my heart—
your brain scan
the doctor looks away

at last
you stand and walk
seizing with one hand
both thorns and flowers

driving miles
out of my way
to bump over train tracks
I follow the power lines
of your first obsessions

rain blots
the edges of your fear
as trees topple . . .
el derecho storms
giving your mind a spin

that wizard
behind the curtain
had real power—
your enchantment with tornadoes
an unbreakable spell

you write the wind
a poem on fluttering paper:
sky moving
blow windy just Earth
thunderstorms rainstrong

too many
syllables for a poem—
the names
they give the tempests
raging in your brain

at dark sky you ask
if that bright
steady star is Jupiter—
love its never-ending  storm

LYNX  28:1, February 2013

This poem is a tribute to my son, Evan, whose many, many challenges have enriched my life for thirty years, taking me on a never-ending, whirlwind journey through a land as different as Oz.


  1. Such a moving sequence. Starts out with powerful contrasts: close to my heart; the doctor looks away. Takes us on a journey through much of your life and world, with dark skies and bright stars, thorns and flowers. I love that you include his poem for the wind. I'm humbled.


  2. So very very beautiful. Thank you, Jenny!

  3. Thank you, Janet & Maggie.